Author's Note: This is the first of my stories that I've actually posted, found it while rummaging through my google docs.It's a bit old, but I hope you enjoy it regardless. If you like it, let me know and I'll do a full story based on it... maybe without such a depressing ending next time.

Blasters rained down on me from every direction, it was impossible to block every single one… even the force has its limits. I could feel as they impacted my body and tore through me, but I kept going. I needed to get Charlotte away from here, to get her out of this battlefield and to keep her safe no matter the cost. The wounds covering my body, the blood painting my clothes, all of it didn't matter.

I joined this war to save people, to give them their freedom. No longer would I remain idle in this galaxy ravaged by war. I knew this was going to be my last battle and yet I was at peace, I did not mind losing my life if it was to fight for those I care about. I would die knowing that our enemy had perished and that the people were free to live their lives as they wish, knowing that Charlotte could live as she wished.

I wanted to take her away from everything, to keep her from this terrible war, but she wanted to stay. She chose to fight for people she barely knew. She remained positive even when it seemed like there wasn't anything we could do. Time and time again, she surprised me. Her overwhelming kindness is what drew me to her those few years ago. It's what made me decide to train her in the ways of the force.

She awoke in my arms as I stumbled through the field, littered with corpses and destroyed machinery. No longer was there green, luscious plant life, all of it was burnt and dying. We heard the screams around us, but I continued forward even as I felt the sting of a blaster bolt hit me. I could still save her, I would save her.

I quickly struck the Stormtrooper down with my lightsaber. Charlotte looked at me with those same eyes she did years ago when I saved her as a young teen, when she was trying to find a life for herself. The amount of gratitude in those beautiful eyes shone brightly. I smiled at her, a reassuring smile, I did not want her to know how close I truly was to death. I told her to rest so she could recover more quickly. She tried to fight it, but slept within seconds.

I could see the end. A rebel bunker waited for us on the other side, away from the battle. I only wish that we could have been together longer, but I knew as soon as I got Charlotte to safety that I would likely die. I was not a fool. I was aware that the amount of wounds I had received would kill me. The only thing that had kept me alive was my will to protect her. I would see this through to the end.

As I neared the base, rebel troopers came out to meet me. They grabbed ahold of Charlotte and took us to a medical ship. They told me she would be fine, that they could heal her wounds with bacta. They told me they would save me, but I could see the doubt in their eyes, feel the doubt in their minds. I only wish Charlotte could get the chance to say goodbye… I knew she would regret not having the chance, even if it was not her fault. She always was like that.

I awoke one last time to see Charlotte sitting next to me, crying, begging for me to be saved. She saw my tired eyes open and hugged me with all the strength she had. She told me to fight, but I could feel my life fading. I told her that I loved her and that this was goodbye. She broke down, crying on me as she repeatedly said to hold on. I moved her hair aside and put my lips to her forehead. My eyes slowly shut and my vision turned dark. I heard her say one last thing before I completely faded.

I love you, Aiden.